What Wrong Did My Other Half Do? —Little Monster.

They kept floating and sinking in the kiss, until Mian began gasping for oxygen in Mu Yuhaan's mouth.

"Are you angry with me?" Mian asked, staring at Mu Yuhaan's eyes, searching for any trace of remnant anger. "I don't want to displease you. Please, try to understand me," She pleaded with a hint of desperation in her alluringly soft voice. For some reason, she couldn't bear Mu Yuhaan's sullen demeanour—it squeezed her twitterpated, fragile heart.

"I guess, I'm not angry anymore." Mu Yuhaan's mood changed for better; apparently, Mian's lovey-dovey words vacuumed all his gloom. Full of the joys of spring, he got himself on his knees in between Mian's spread leg, and showed his hard member to her, "See, what you did to my winky?"

Mian gulped visibly, picking at the bedsheet under her hands, chewing on some words, before deciding to brave them. "Can you go just half way when we do this later?" She asked, staring at the little monster, standing high and mighty.